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Flesh and Stone Part 2

Amber was still waiting for the answer to her question. It seemed though, that Marco didn't want to tell her what the 'light' was but Amber knew that whatever it was, it wasn't a good thing. Finally he decided to tell her. "It's like; I don't know...a curtain of energy, sort of shifting. Makes you feel weird, sick."

"And you think it scared the Angels away?" She asked worriedly. The others though didn't seem to hold her worry in their minds, only relief.

"What could scare those things?"

A feeling of dread reached over Amber as she remembered something that had been described to her once before, something that couldn't possibly be here, but it was. "Marco, I need you to look closely, does the light look…blue-white? And does it come out in a crack shape?" She couldn't look, she only had mere fractions of a second on the countdown left but she could use other people's eyes.

She waited anxiously as Marco looked for what she described. "Yeh, the light is sort of that colour and…" He paused for a secon that seemed to take minute's in Amber's mind. "Now that you mention it, it does look like a crack."

Fear.

Worry.

Curiosity.

They were the three things that Amber was feeling in that moment. "It's following me." She whispered. "How can it be following me?"

She fell to her knees, she hadn't even realised she had been standing. But not seconds later, she felt Marco's hands helping her stand back up again. "Are you OK?" He asked.

"No." She whispered.

The second Cleric, seeing Marco helping Miss Swann asked, "Marco, you want me to get a closer look at that?"

"Go for it. Don't get too close." He told the other Cleric, still holding Amber up.

"Hang on, no, wait. What about the other two? Why not just wait 'til they're back?" She asked.

"What other two?" Marco asked her somewhat worriedly.

"The ones you sent before."

"I didn't send anyone before."

"Yes. You did. I heard you. Crispin and Phillip." She told him trying to remind him – though, she didn't know why she should be, he had only sent them a few moments ago.

"Crispin and who?" Now he was worried. Miss Swann must have hit her head somehow. She could have a concussion – or something else.

"Dr Song, get through, now." He ordered while helping her through the hatch. "Doctor? Doctor?"

He was figuring something out, trying to calculate it and using the air to write it down. "Time can be unwritten."

"Miss Swann, there never was a Crispin or a Phillip on this mission, I promise you." He told her gently but she was still shaking her head. Marco could feel the small tremors of her body through her clothes. He didn't know what to do, he wished the Doctor or River where there.

"No, I heard you. Before you sent Pedro, you sent Crispin and Phillip, and now you can't even remember them." She began shaking as she realized a possibility. "Something happened. I don't know what, and you don't even remember!"

"Pedro?"

"Yeah, before you sent Pedro." She faced him, eyes still shut and

"Who's Pedro?" Amber froze. It had happened again.

The Doctor smacked his head as he realized what had been happening all along. "It's been happening and I haven't even noticed!"

"Doctor, we've have to move." Octavian urged him but the Doctor only ignored him.

"The CyberKing! A giant Cyberman walks over all of Victorian London and no-one remembers. The Daleks move the planet across the sky and Winter can't remember them!"

"We have to move it! The Angels could be here any second." He tried to snap him out of it, and it was usually physical contact that worked but the Doctor shrugged it off.

"Never mind the Angels." He said. "There's worse here than Angels!"

Suddenly the lights flicker off and on and the Doctor turned to see an Angel wrapped fiercely around Octavian. "I beg to differ, sir." He told him.

"Let him go." He demanded to the Angel, but of course, nothing happened.

"Well, it can't let me go, sir, not while you're looking at it."

"I can't stop looking at it, it'll kill you." He felt guilty, guilty and angry for Octavian. The Angel was here and there wasn't anything that he could do to help him but then, the Angel didn't need to kill Octavian – but it was going to anyway.

"It'll kill me anyway. There's no way out of this. You have to leave me!" A flash of a memory of only an hour ago when Winter had said the same thing, but just like then, he didn't want to leave.

"Can't you wriggle out?" He asked desperately.

"No. it's too tight. There's nothing you can do."

"Something's happening! Pedro was here a second ago and now you can't even remember him!" But then why can I?

"There never was a Pedro. There's only ever been the two of us here!" Marco was seriously worried about the girl now. He suspected that she had some serious brain damage from something because she thought that there had been more of them when there hadn't.

"No, there were five of us. Why can't you remember?" She was practically begging now. If she could, Amber would have fallen on her knees and prayed to God that Marco was playing a sick joke on her but she knew he wasn't. she could hear it in his voice that he really had no idea what she was talking about.

"Listen, listen. I need to get a closer look at that light, whatever it is. Don't worry, I won't get too close." He told her trying to get her to calm down but what he said only made it worse.

"No, you can't! You mustn't!" She cried.

"Here, spare communicator." He pressed the device into Amber's hand and smiled at her, though she couldn't see it. "I'll stay in touch the whole time." He promised her.

"You won't. If you go back there what happened to the others will happen to you!"

"There weren't any others!" He insisted once more.

"Okay fine, but if you go back there then there won't be any you!" She was pleading to him ,trying to find the survival part of him that would make him stay.

"Two minutes, I promise." He told her.

Amber could feel him get up and begin to leave. No, don't! She thought. There has to be something! A thought suddenly came to her and she acted upon it. "Marco I swear to God that if you leave me I'll open my eyes!" She shouted. She heard the footsteps stop for a second and she continued. "I will, I swear. Would you like to be the one to tell the Doctor that it was you're fault that I'm dead?" The footsteps started again, but this time, instead of becoming quieter, they were becoming louder.

Amber breathed a sigh of relief as she heard him sit down next to her. "You…you are going to be hard work Miss Swann." He said tiredly. Apparently, threatening people with the Doctor worked. She wasn't proud of it but…it worked. He was here and he was alive and that was all that mattered.

"What are we supposed to do now?" Amber asked Marco. She had been sitting with him in silence and only now did she really wonder what was happening.

"We should stay here and wait for orders." Marco told her.

"What about the Angels? They're not going to wait." As if to prove her point, rustling sounded through the forest. Amber jumped and turned to where the sound was. It was so tempting to open her eyes, to look for the sound.

A part of Amber was laughing at the irony; a few hours ago, she was trying to do everything to keep her eyes open. Now she was doing everything to keep her eyes shut. It was almost as hard to do.

"Miss Swann, why does the Doctor call you Winter?" Amber frowned. That was a sharp turn off the track.

"I – I don't actually know. He – I told him that name when I first met him. I didn't completely trust him but…I did at the same time." She bit her lip and continued. "Truth be told I don't really know why he does."

They sat there in silence, both thinking about what Amber had said. It was obvious to Marco that there was something going on between the two of them, but what was it. From what he had seen, the Doctor would do anything for Miss Swann but she didn't seem to see it.

Their thoughts were interrupted when a voice crackled over the radio. "Winter? Winter are you still there?"

"Doctor?" Her voice showed her happiness.

"Where are you? Are the Clerics with you?" Amber handed the radio to Marco and he began to speak to the Doctor.

"I'm here sir." He told him.

"Good, good, but what about the others?" he asked. Amber froze and held her hand out for the radio and grabbed it when she felt it being pressed into her hands.

"Doctor he doesn't remember. The others…they went off into the crack and then Marco didn't remember them."

"No. He wouldn't." He told her solemnly.

"What is that light?" River asked. The expressiom

"Time running out. Winter. I'm sorry. I should never have left you there." She could hear how sorry he was, he didn't have to tell her.

"Well, then, what do I do now?" She asked worriedly.

"You come to us. Primary Flight Deck, other end of the forest. Marco," the man in question raised his head waiting for instructions. "Make sure she stays safe."

"Yes sir!" The Doctor had a feeling that he had just saluted but he couldn't deal with that now.

"Where do we have to go?" Amber asked. He could hear rustling and assumed it meant she was standing up and getting ready for whatever instructions were coming her way.

"Turn on the spot." He told her pointing the Sonic at the radio. If he could just…Yes!

"Okay I've done it, now what do I have to do now?" He heard her through the radio. He prayed to whatever God was out there that that Cleric would keep her alive, but if he didn't…if something happened to him then there was a precaution.

"When the communicator sounds like my screwdriver, you're facing the right way." She listened to the comforting sound, she couldn't wait to be back safe and sound with the Doctor. "Now, it's only a precaution in case something happens to Marco but it's there." She listened and turned till it sounded like his Screwdriver.

"You and Marco have to start moving now! Just follow the sound." Amber could hear the nervousness in the Doctor's voice. It coated it and turned the usually comforting voice into something that tugged at Amber's heart. He was scared.

"Doctor…what is that light? What is it going to do if it catches up to us?" It was following them, it had to be; there was no light when they were first in the forest and now there was.

The Doctor gulped and his voice went horse. "The energy, it's time energy. If it catches up to you…you would have never have been born. I wouldn't even remember that you had existed." His voice was horse and as River looked at him, she saw there were tears threatening to spill over.

Marco took a hold of Amber's hand and he began pulling her hand, holding on to it tightly. "I won't let that happen sir." He said truthfully.

"Thank you." He heard the man say softly.

Slowly, the two began to make their way through the forest. It was darker than Marco remembered, but then that could be because his only company was a girl that couldn't see and a bunch of murderous monsters that wanted to kill them.

"You know…" Amber began. "I don't think I thanked you have I Marco?"

"It was my pleasure Miss Swann." He told her softly. Amber turned her head towards him, she couldn't remember what he looked like, she had been too worried about the Doctor and Bob and River.

Her heart sank as she remembered the kind man. "Was he a good man Marco? Was Bob kind?" She asked roughly.

"He was." He said. "Bob was thought of as…the younger brother. Everyone looked out for him when we were on missions, we tried to help him if he needed it and we comforted him when he missed his family. But never once did he complain when the Bishop was harsh on him. He just stood there and took it, using it to try and make himself a better solider and a better Man of God."

The Doctor could hear everything they were saying through the radio. Winter was clutching it so tightly that she didn't even realise she was holding down the transmitting button.

He could hear the tears in her voice as she talked to Marco, getting him to tell her about himself to pass the time and in return, telling him about her.

The fear never left her voice though, and that was what drove him to keep going. "She'll be fine," he heard River say. "You know about Amber – what she's capable off. Amber can handle herself well enough."

"But it doesn't mean she should have to!" He shouted. "She's in danger, because of me! She's always in danger because of me and I'm too selfish to let her go!" He didn't deserve her, he shouldn't have taken her.

He could have stopped what had happened if he had only just left her at her home once he realised where he had crashed, in whose garden he had crashed in. It wasn't a coincidence that the TARDIS had crashed there; she had been drawn to Winter. But it didn't mean that he had to come back for her.

Twice he had been given the chance to stop himself! Twice! But, the Doctor realised, I was selfish!

"But would she be able to survive without you? Because I know that you can't without her. I've seen it happen. Once. Only once. But in that one time, you were both shown how your life would be without each other and the pain you went through-" she shuddered at her thoughts but then turned to the Doctor. "I know what you're thinking Doctor, but it won't work."

"What else can I do River? Tell me!" He shouted.

"What was that?" Amber asked nervously. Something had rustled, something had moved and it had sounded close. She clutched on to Marco harder, one hand on him, one on the radio.

The lights flickered and Marco brought up his gun protectively closer to him. "Miss Swann, I need to let you go for a moment. The Angels are close."

Frantically, Amber began shaking her head. "No, please don't!" She begged, but unlike the last time, this time he didn't listen. Marco let her go and brought his gun up to eye level.

"I'll be back soon Miss Swann, just stay here." Marco turned towards where he had heard the Angles and walked slowly. Always keeping his gun poised and ready for the slightest movement.

In theory, the Angles couldn't move when someone was looking at them. It had been proven again and again, and it had worked well for the large group that had been walking through the forest. But now, the large group, who had many eyes, were down to one pair and no matter how much he tried, Marco wouldn't be able to watch out for all the Angels. He understood this and was aware of the danger he was facing but he had made a promise to both the Doctor and Miss Swann.

And so, when Amber heard rustling through the woods, she turned in its direction. She couldn't open her eyes, she couldn't help. And it was killing her on the inside.

And then, out of nowhere, she heard a loud snap and a thump and she knew it could only mean one thing.

"Marco!" She cried. No answer came. It was only solidifying her thoughts on what had happened. Marco was dead!

Amber turned in all directions. In her sorrow she had lost the way she was meant to be going and now she had nowhere to turn. "Doctor! Help me!" She cried into the radio.

She could feel the tears building up behind her eye lids. "Winter! What happened?" She heard his voice.

"Marco – the Angels – he's…" She couldn't hold it in any longer. She let the tears flow and she had a feeling that these weren't going to stop.

"Winter – Winter please, calm down." She only carried on crying; the sobs making it hard to breathe. "Winter I know…I know but you need to calm down a little." She took shaking breaths and managed to stop the sobbing but she could still feel the tears leak down her face.

"Okay, I'm sending a bit of software to your communicator. It's a proximity detector; it'll beep If there's something in your way. You just have to manoeuvre till the beeping stops. Because this is important Winter.

"The forest is full of Angels and so you're going to have to walk like you can see. You need to use the software as if it was your eyes."

"Won't they kill me?" She asked him, tears making her voice break in at the end.

On the flight deck the Doctor was fighting the instinct to just go and look for Winter himself but it wouldn't help her; if he could just fix the teleport…

But he couldn't do that at the moment; he had to be there for Winter. "The Angels are focusing on the time energy spilling out. They're not going to be noticing you. Their instinct will kick in and they'll assume that you can see them.

"H-how do we stop it?" She asked him.

"Feed it." He wasn't going to tell her, he couldn't tell her. She would start to freak out more and it wasn't a good time to be doing that.

"Feed it what?" It was River that asked that now.

He wasn't thinking when he answered her, he was trying to find a way to bring Winter to him quicker. "A big complicated space-time event should shut it up for a while."

"Like what, for instance?"

He turned to her, furiously shouting. "Like me, for instance!"

Amber could hear the Doctor over the radio.

He was panicking.

Sure, she could hear the shouting but it was because he was scared for her. He didn't want her to be here and in all the time she had known him, he had only shouted at her once – he had been so sorry for the Star Whale and what he had to do to it.

Winter sucked up a deep breath. She had to be strong right now, because if she wasn't then the Doctor would be even worse. "Doctor," she called. "Doctor?"

"Winter?"

"It's not River's fault." She told him softly. "It's not hers and you know it. Now you have to calm down. You can't think properly until you calm down." She heard him take a deep breath and she smiled to herself.

It didn't last long because she heard the software the Doctor had sent begin to activate which could only mean one thing: there was an Angel very close to her.

Amber's breath hitched slightly and she stopped. She moved around until she couldn't hear the beeping anymore and started walking again. She slowly walked forward and turned again only to hear the beeping speed up once more. Fear flew through her and she changed direction and moved forward. All seemed to be in the clear. There was no more beeping so she assumed she was safe. But then she tripped.

Amber felt herself fall. What was probably only a couple of seconds felt like years to her when she eventually made contact with the floor.

A soft 'umph' fell from her lips and the shock caused her to gasp. While this happened, she felt the communicator fall out of her hands.

Her heart began racing as she tried to find the communicator. "Doctor, I can't find the communicator! I dropped it! I can't find it. Doctor!" She kept feeling around in the dirt. "Doctor..." She heard rustling behind her; the Angels were moving.

And then suddenly, the doctor's words flew through her head. 'Winter, you need to do whatever you have to protect yourself.' His words flew around her brain, giving her guidance when she needed it most.

As she stood up, a small part of her wondered if perhaps the Doctor knew. It would make sense, but then…it wouldn't.

She batted the thoughts away. She needed to prepare herself, and according to the count down, she had less than a second to pull this off. Amber took a deep breath and raised her hands. She could feel the energy begin to rise up around her, cackling with intensity.

She focused and imagined a huge ball of orange light. The Angels were stone – or at least their shells were, and if they were completely gone then there wouldn't be a physical presence. Their conscience would wither away with nothing to hold on to it.

Amber felt a smile grow as she sensed the energy come to its full power. She only had one shot, and for that, she needed her eyes to be open.

A breath.

Amber's eyes snapped open and she flung out her arms. The Light raced forward and the last thing she heard before passing out was a shrieking, one that rivalled nails on a chalk board.

The flash of white light that indicated the teleport had worked was bright. River grinned triumphantly waiting for it to clear, waiting for Amber to appear. And as she expected, Amber was there when the light cleared but something wasn't right.

When the light cleared, Amber wasn't standing like she should have. She was lying there her hands limp, her eyes closed and her lips parted. Fear flashed through River and she did what any doctor would do. She checked for any sign of breathing.

Relief flooded through her as she found the small thrumming pulse. It was weak, but it was still there. "Doctor!" She called out for him and he came running. "Winter? Winter!" River shook her slightly, but it didn't seem to work. "What's wrong with her?"

The Doctor soniced her and examined the readings. As he read it, his face paled and he shook his head multiple times. "What did you do?" River looked between him and the girl worriedly.

"Doctor what happened to her?"

The Doctor looked at her. "She used it! And she must have opened her eyes, the Angel has taken over her mind and she's trying to fight it." He shouted.

"But it's Winter, she can overcome it."

"No. It's too early on in her timeline. The Winter you know has already discovered her mental barriers and she can use them. But she doesn't even know what's going on with her at the moment!" Just as he said it, Amber began moving slightly.

Suddenly she shot up and looked around, her eyes wide open but instead of her crystal green eyes, there were stone grey pupils looking at the both of them. She looked at them and a cruel smirk came from her lips. "Oh, this is interesting."

Her voice wasn't her voice, it had a ring to it but also a sort of gravely sound. "She really shouldn't have opened her eyes."

"Let her go! Let her go NOW!" The Doctor shouted using his Screwdriver to examine what was happening to her.

"Now why would I do that?" The Angel moved over to another corner of the room, further away from the doctor. "This body has so much potential energy, I could feast on it for eternity and there would still be spare."

"Because if you don't, I will get you out and find a way to destroy you, painfully and slowly." The Doctor promised. River looked at him shocked; never before had she seen the Doctor like this in all her travels with him.

He always gave them a chance. Always. But now, the man she was seeing wasn't her beloved Doctor, he was the Oncoming Storm, and she feared for the Angel in Amber's body.

The radio cackled and Angel Bob's voice came through it. "The Time Field is coming. It will destroy our reality." He told him. "There is a rupture in time. The Angels calculate that if you throw yourself into it, it will close and they will be saved."

"Yeh? And why should I help you? Give me one good reason to because I'll tell you what Angel Bob, your Angel has taken over my BondMate's body and that leaves you in a very dangerous place." The Doctor was now physically shaking in anger. The rage overtaking him and clouding his every thought.

"Your mate will be released."

"Well, that's a pretty good reason." The anger was still there but there was now the potential to save Winter and he would do anything in his power to do that.

River, knowing how the Doctor thought stepped up to him. "I've travelled in time. I'm a complicated space/time event, too. Throw me in." She pleaded.

"Oh, be serious! Compared to me, these Angels are more complicated than you and it would take every one of them to amount to me, so get a grip."

The Angel in Amber giggled to herself. The humans were fighting over who would save the girl? Well she wasn't going to let it go so easily. She liked this body, she could move whenever she wanted and oh how delicious it's energy was…

"Doctor, I can't let you do this." River told him, angrily pleading. He needed to save Amber, but he had to be there when she was at her worst.

"No, seriously, get a grip."

"You're not going to die here!" She persisted.

Frustrated, the doctor cried out to her. "No, I mean it. River, make sure Winter is safe and get a grip!

Instantly, River understood his plan and nodded, running over to Amber. "I hope you enjoyed your stay." The Angel looked at River confusedly. That was until River punched her in the face. Mentally, she apologised to Amber and began tying her up quickly to a railing with some rope that she had brought with her.

"Sir, the Angels need you to sacrifice yourself now."

The doctor had been watching River, making sure that Winter was safe enough. Once he was sure, he answered the Angel over the radio. "Thing is, Bob, the Angels are draining all the power from this ship, every last bit of it. And you know what? I think they've forgotten where they're standing. I think they've forgotten the gravity of the situation. Or to put it another way, Angels..." He grinned slightly. "Night-night."

As the gravity failed due to the loss of power, the doctor found something to grip himself. The deck turned to its side and the doctor an River hung on desperately, both making sure that Amber was still there whilst the Angels were sucked into the crack. In a burst of light, the crack in the secondary flight deck closed.

The Doctor sat with Amber waiting for her to wake up. River had a very good right hook – he knew from experience – and though he was upset that she had hurt Amber, he was also grateful to her for keeping Amber safe.

Yet again he had brought her into trouble. He should have taken her back home after the Star Whale incident but once again, the doctor found he couldn't stomach the thought of his Winter leaving him. Even if it meant that she would be safe…he just couldn't do it.

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard Amber groan. Clutching her head, she lifted it slowly from her lap. "Oh god I feel like I've been hit with a train." She said groaning loudly.

The Doctor chuckled slightly, "that's River Song for you. She has a very powerful punch." Amber's eyes went wide at the realisation.

"She punched me?" She shouted. "How the hell do I not remember that?" She watched as the doctor's face fell slightly and she wondered what she had said.

"The Angel in your mind took over when you opened your eyes – which was a very stupid thing to do by the way! What did you do that for?" She rolled her eyes at his annoyance but didn't answer. How could she? She didn't even know what the thing was, so how was she supposed to explain it?

Instead, she asked him a question. "Are the Angels all gone?"

"Yeh." He told her sighing at her diversion. "The Angels all fell into the time field. The Angel in your memory never existed. It can't harm you now."

"Then why do I remember it at all? I thought the crack erased everything from existence."

"You're a time traveller now. When you travel in the TARDIS, it changes your perception slightly so you look at the world through different eyes. Things you wouldn't be able to remember are as clear as day." She nodded slowly at his explanation. After all, the TARDIS was amazing, so why wouldn't it be able to do something like that?
"What about the crack? Is that gone too?"

"Yeah, for now. But the explosion that caused it is still happening... somewhere out there, somewhere in time." A distant look came over his face and so Amber took his hand in hers. The doctor looked down at their hands and smiled at her before pulling her gently up and going over to River.

"You, me...handcuffs." She held her hand out, showing them to the two. "Must it always end this way?"

"What now?"

"The prison ship's in orbit. They'll beam me up any second. I might have done enough to earn a pardon this time. We'll see." She sail almost longingly. Amber smiled sadly at her.

"Octavian said you killed a man." Amber told her softly.

"Yes. I did. A good man, a very good man. The best man I've ever known." Amber's eyes flashed to River's and then they shifted to the Doctor. She can't mean him can she? She wouldn't.

"Who?" The doctor asked, suddenly worried about Winter's safety. It was only for a second before he discarded the thought. River treated Winter like family. She couldn't hurt her.

"It's a long story, Doctor, can't be told. It has to be lived. No sneak previews. Well, except for this one: you'll see me again quite soon, when the Pandorica opens."

"The Pandorica, ha! That's a fairy tale."

River laughed heartily. "Oh, Doctor, aren't we all? I'll see you both there."

"We look forward to it then." Amber told her, smiling with the blond.

"And I remember it well." The Doctor chuckled at her antics and turned to walk away, holding his hand out for Amber. She held up her finger indicating one minute to him and he nodded before walking back to the TARDIS.

"Who are you?" She asked.

"Oh Amber, I'm someone who you'll come to know very well but I'll need you to do one thing for me. Remember them." She asked softly, all humour gone instantly.

"Remember what?"

"Remember the Ponds." A beeping sound came from the handcuffs and River's seriousness vanished, replaced by her smile again. "Oh there's my ride." She turned to leave but Amber stopped her.

"Can I trust you River?" She asked.

"Oh you may not now, but you will soon. Goodbye Amber." River walked away and Amber was left there thinking over what she had just heard and trying to sort out what didn't make sense. Why will I need to remember ponds? She wondered. But soon she shook it away and made her way back to the TARDIS.

Amber and the doctor sat in the console room. Well, Amber sat, the doctor began tinkering with things as soon as he got to the room. But still, Amber smiled at him as he worked on stuff that she highly doubted was actually broken. "So, where to next?" She asked happily.

The doctor stopped working while he looked at her. "Nowhere. And it's not often I say that, but you need to go to sleep." She frowned and pouted at him seeing as it had worked before. "Nope. That look isn't going to work on me right now. You need to sleep Winter, otherwise you'll collapse. Again!"

"Hey!" She cried. "That was not my fault! River punched me." She stopped for a minute. "Oh God she punched me! Me! And then she just walked off. How did she get away with that? Oh the next time I see her I am going to-"

"Okay you're rambling." The doctor said leaping off the console and pushing her towards her room. "That's it. You need to get to bed now before you fall asleep in this spot."

"I will not." She replied indignantly, trying to fight off a yawn.

"Yes you will." They had reached her door and the Doctor opened it and pushed her inside. "Lie down Winter." He said pointing to her bed but Amber didn't move. She looked at the bed and then at the Doctor.

In truth, she knew she was going to collapse any moment – it had happened to her before – but she just couldn't bring herself to sleeping. If she closed her eyes she would see the Angel's face and would only wake up screaming.

"Doctor please…I – I won't be able to sleep. If I sleep I'll…" She trailed off before looking up at him. "Can you stay?" Softly the doctor sighed and nodded. She climbed into her bed and he sat next to her on a chair. "Don't – don't leave me." He nodded and he stroked her hair softly and began humming out a lullaby his mother used to sing to him when he was a child.

Slowly, Amber felt her eyes shut and very soon she was fast asleep and the doctor sat there looking at her sleeping. Slowly, he lifted his hand and pressed a kiss to it, before touching it to her head. I'm sorry…he thought before walking out the room.